for you ❥ vrene

38: Will Love Help?

Irene's POV

After washing the blood off of my foot, Taehyung brought it onto his lap.

"Next time look where you're walking." He said as he was examining my foot, thinking about how to remove the glass in the quickest way possible.

"I would try, but you can't blame me for wanting to run away from a psycho byuntae."

"Who are you calling psycho?"

"So you admit you're a byuntae. Finally."

"Yah!"

I chuckled at his priceless reactions. He may be good at insulting me, but i'm not bad myself.

"Are you going to help me, or are you going to stare at my foot all night?"

"Hold on." He said before grabbing the glass, slightly tugging on it.

I winced and gabbed onto his shirt.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"No, of course not. That's why I'm about to scream and cry about how much I don't want you to do that again."

"Good." He said.

"Bastard."

"Yeah? Well this bastard is trying to help you. So shut up and let me do something."

He pulled on the glass causing me to bite my lip. My grip on Taehyung's shirt got tighter and tears were about to fall from my eyes.

He tugged again, making me close my eyes. I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. The pain was too much to handle, and I needed some support.

I placed my head on Taehyung's shoulder, burying it by his neck. Wrapping both of my arms around him.

"Once more and then it's done okay? Are you ready?" He warned. I slowly nodded my head.

When he one more, I thought he meant one more tug. Instead he yanked it out of my foot. It was like he was taking off an band-aid.

"Yah! You asshole! Fuck you! Ow!" I yelled in pain, grabbing onto my foot.

He took a grip of my head and placed it back on his shoulder.

He ripped the hem of my shirt and used it as a cloth to wrap around my wound so infection wouldn't spread.

"Yah! I knew you were perverted but how can you rip my shirt like that? There's a first-aid kit in the back of that ATV you dumb-ass!"

"What's the fun in that?"

"Fun? Me getting hurt and bleeding to death is not fun!"

"Well you need to pay the price for being stupid." He said shrugging his shoulders and heading over to the tent, leaving me by the shoreline.

"Yah! How can you leave me here?!"

"I'm changing my clothes. Just wait a second. Or do you want to watch me?"

"Shut up."

"Why not? It's a free show." He said taking off his shirt, exposing his toned body.

"Just. Shut. Up. And. Go. Away."

"Your loss." He said before zipping up the tent.

After two minutes he came back.

"Irene."

"What?"

"Come on, let's get you to the tent." He said before lifting me up like a bride on their wedding night.